Chapter 515
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Everyone was interested in the proposal. They looked at Qin Guan, who was standing calmly on the stage, and couldn't help but feel curious.
What kind of voice would a man like this, standing next to Nick Carter, make him look like he was in the dark?
The corners of Cong Nianwei's mouth twitched. She had been ravaged by Qin Guan's "Bathroom Song" many times, so she knew that Qin Guan's singing was quite average.
Compared to the professional singers, Qin Guan would look like dust if he sang some ordinary folk songs.
Cong Nianwei took pleasure in Qin Guan's misfortune. Qin Guan, who had always been successful, was going to fall this time.
Qin Guan acted as if nothing had happened. He answered calmly, "Sure! I don't really listen to English songs. To be honest, I'm usually quite busy, so I don't even listen to songs. "
The people present were all singers and producers of all kinds of American music genres. To say that they didn't like to listen to music at such a gathering, you were really something.
Nick chuckled to himself. Qu frowned and looked at Qin Guan. What do you think of him? Isn't this a little strange?
Qu saw a huge glass with a straw in it. The liquid in the glass was empty. Qin Guan must have drunk it with his meal.
Qu Xuemei picked up the glass and sniffed it. A faint smell of alcohol floated in the air. It was a fruit cocktail, a kind of cocktail that had no taste but a strong aftereffect.
Qin Guan must have drunk 500 ml of alcohol without knowing it. No wonder he was smiling so strangely on the stage.
Oh no! No one had ever seen Qin Guan's performance after drinking. He was a self-disciplined boy who didn't drink or smoke during working hours.
Nick handed the microphone to Qin Guan. The audience held their breaths and quieted down.
"Do you know that I'm from China? Chinese is my mother tongue. Therefore, music naturally needs to be a combination of various artistic languages. "
Don't limit yourself to European and American pop music. You have to set your sights further.
"Which of those music masters and the most famous composers didn't learn from the strengths of others? What about the essence of music from all over the world? Shouldn't American music be more distinctive? "
Ha! The drunkard was lecturing Qin Guan. It was like a primary school student telling an old policeman, "You're wrong. Pay attention next time."
"So, everyone, pay attention. I'm going to sing very well next. You might not have heard it in your entire life. If there's a professional composer or producer, please remember how many musical expressions I've used!"
Qu had to think about how to deal with the criticism tomorrow. Only the three fans, who knew nothing about Qin Guan's music, were waiting for him to speak.
And it was this voice that was earth-shattering and heaven-shaking!
"Come one mountain after another ~ ~ ~"
Streams of water.
The Central Red Army is coming to Northern Shaanxi.
Thousands upon thousands of households, aiyo aiyo ~ "
Northern Shaanxi Folk Song...
Cong Nianwei and Qu Xuemei spat out the drinks in their mouths. Their hearts were stifled.
The group of sad people below the stage suddenly fell into a state of petrification. Ah, what a high-pitched voice, what a mellow tone, with an inexplicable and unexplainable flavor of the countryside.
An independent musician had already taken out a notepad and pen from the side pocket of the waiter and began to record musical symbols that ordinary people could not understand.
Inspiration! Musical inspiration from a different world! Different ways of expression! His voice was so interesting!
Unfortunately, by the time the audience got used to his singing style, he had changed to another song.
It seemed like he was going to give them a barbecue.
"Swan Geese... Line up in the sky... The river is long and the grass is yellow... The sound of the zither is melodious on the grass and trees..."
Mongolian folk song "Swan Geese". Although Qin Guan's voice was ordinary, he was the best at copying the song.
Qin Guan combined the rough and desolate Shanxi folk song with the melodious melody of Mongolian folk song. The best way to test it was to look at the audience.
Didn't you see the producer M, who was famous for collecting folk songs and making exotic songs, clutching his chest and entering a state of dizziness?
"What should I do? I don't know what he's singing about, but it's so good! "
"Oh my god, I think I've fallen in love with the second tone he played!"
After singing a long Mongolian tune, Qin Guan looked at a woman below the stage. She was fanning herself with a sandalwood fan to cover up her excitement.
All of a sudden, he half-knelt and extended his slender arm to the lady, gesturing for her to lend him the fan in her hand.
The middle-aged woman was overwhelmed by the favor. Without hesitation, she handed the expensive sandalwood fan to Qin Guan.
The boy on the stage, with his dazzling jewel like smile, was worthy of this fan!
Qin Guan took the fan. He couldn't be stingy with the generous gift. Therefore, he winked at the generous lady below the stage.
Hilton, who had been paying attention to him, was shocked. Me! I have one too! I have one too!
Qin Guan didn't stop. He unfolded the fan with two fingers and covered half of his face with the most beautiful gesture in the world.
Qin Guan had changed from the heroic way he had been singing Northwest folk songs on the stage. He looked like a different person, charming and enchanting.
The shadow of the fan covered one side of his face, mixed with the contrast of the jewelry, sprinkled an exceptionally enchanting hint.
His eyes looked even more mysterious under his long eyelashes. The red light above his head made his lips look tender and rosy.
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